Life is too short to do everything I want to do. The week, sadly, only has 168 hours in it and I am not on some sort of insane quest to make each and every one count. Alright, I've been on that quest for a considerable amount of time now but I'm going up a gear. Here's how.
It's been a funny few weeks... lots of things are happening, and I think I just need to step back a bit and work out whats best for me.
Someone in the office obviously has a hotline to the BBC...
As luck would have it, my parents have moved Christmas forward a week so we can get the whole family together. As Kate's parents are in Cambodia and her brothers and sisters going to the Chrimbo celebrations of their other halves, that leaves us with an empty house Christmas Day.
The ugly head of Christmas presents reared it's ugly head this weekend. I'm crap at them...'nuff said. I rarely, if ever, buy things for friends, mainly as the friends I have buy themselves everything they could ever need (and I'm looking at everyone here as part of that). Your ideal present is something uniquely tailored to the person, which is nigh impossible.
After almost a year of getting away with being injury-free I've managed to go through a series of issues in the last couple of weeks...
War. War never changes ... as Ron Perlman says over the intro, fallout on the other hand does.
For a while there, I thought we might have to invade but it seems like you've managed to choose a good head of state. Obama now has an uphill struggle against the horrid mess that the poisoned chimp has left in his wake.
At least Obama is a good man with a forward thinking approach to politics and the world. Well done United States of America, you've not fucked it up this time!
Well, at 2:45 and with Obama at the 200 mark (70 to pass the post), I'm very tempted to crash and let history forge a path of it's own. SO, on the assumption that something has to go wrong I wonder if the news story I wake up to will be one of the following:
McCain SHock win (god I will break the radio having to have Nicky Campbell informing me of that)!
It's official. I am now at risk of being made redundant. We have all been given our letters this morning.
They were efficient at answering (for a given value of answered) our quiestions and concultation has ended early.
It's no longer as scary a thought as it was a month ago.